Jungle Babe
gets Caught Bathing
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By Violator
Author’s
Note – The following is a highly unrealistic sex fantasy. Anyone thinking the events herein could be
recreated, in whole or in part, should seek professional psychological attention
immediately. All characters re
fictitious and any resemblance to real persons living or dead is purely
coincidental.
The
villain of this piece was inspired by the titular character in Dark One’s Ms.
Americana vs the Director – one of my favorites of
his stories. This version preserves the title and occupation, with slight
variation, but is not based on any other aspect of the character.
Please
send any comments or feedback to violatoremail@gmx.com.
Hit
END for a short summary.
A
hand reached out and brushed away a frond of verdant green foliage.
Beyond lay a sapphire pool ringed with white sand and lush jungle
foliage. Vines and orchids hung from dense concealing trees, while fern
fronds and large colorful yet vaguely vagina-shaped flowers clung close to the
shore.
In
the center of the pool there stood the buxom heroine known as Jungle
Babe. She was naked. The water immersed her up to her thighs.
Above, the swollen curvature of her ample hips, her wasp-like waist, and her
enormous boobies were entirely exposed. Below, the same wonders were
reflected like a mirror in the surface of the pool. She stood with her
back to the viewer, so that the epic curvature of her ass was on particularly
good display. Reaching down she splashed some of the crystal clear water
up onto herself and then, her naked body wriggling, began to scrub her hands up
and down her moist and curvy flesh. She gasped softly as she cleaned
herself, her head rolling and sighing with pleasure.
“Behold,”
a husked voice said. It had a slight German accent. “The beautiful
wild creature known as Jungle Babe, caught bathing. A marvel of nature –
especially her tits and ass – she must perform this ritual regularly in order
to keep her magnificent body as pristine as her vain mind would wish.”
Finishing
running her moist hands along the sleek and supple flesh of her flat belly,
wide round hips, and powerful thighs, Jungle Babe briefly dipped down under the
water and then went up on tiptoe. Her succulent ass lifted up out of the
water and, as she squeezed her cheeks, her enormous bubble-shaped buns briefly
knocked bouncily together. Then, scooping up more handfuls of water,
Jungle Babe raised them to her breasts. Her gorgeous head rolling back so
that the viewer could see her classically beautiful face in profile, the mighty
heroine gasped with pleasure as she began to rub her enormous tits. Her
hands slid delicately up and down her huge jugs, making them sway and bounce
heavily… her fingers lingering especially at her tender nipples that, large and
erect, tipped the large pink domes of her areolas.
Helmut
Herzog, known to his crew and groupies alike simply as Herr Direktor,
was one of the most award-winning documentarians in the world. Now he was
applying his steady hand to nature, and what natural wonders, he idly thought
as her observed them quiver upon his screen, could be more worthy of filming
than the naked charms of a super-heroine? He sat behind a dense screen of
foliage that shielded him from the view of the pond, flanked by hanging vines
and leaves – and, as was his wont, by an all-female crew composed of four
lovely, shapely co-ed film students. Herr Herzog himself was a fit and
middle-aged German man in khaki pants, a button down shirt, and a bad
comb-over. Three of his pretty assistants sat clustered around the
camera, and one knelt gasping by his side – holding both his microphone and her
gigantic breasts thrust out before him. All of the lovely young ladies
wore lace-up hiking boots, tight button down tops each with the top few buttons
open to let their deep and ample cleavage breathe in the sweltering jungle,
pith helmets that hung low over their lovely faces, and teeny tiny pairs of
khaki shorts into which their voluptuous hips and extremely round asses had
just barely been squeezed.
Gasping
softly, one college beauty peered into the eyepiece and slowly zoomed in upon
the naked super-heroine’s magnificent body. A large screen on the other
side of the camera replicated her lovely view for the watching Direktor and his other three assistants. All four
ladies squirmed, slightly, gaping at the super-heroine in awe, as latent
lesbian lusts exploded into little tingles within their well-rounded young
hips. The Direktor nodded in satisfaction, and
motioned the extremely well-endowed girl with the microphone to lean it, and
her breasts, closer to him. She complied, on both counts.
“It
is unknown why the super-heroine does this,” his German voice continued, over
video of the buxom self-scrubbing jungle beauty. “It does not aid her
performance as a crime fighter. There are those who speculate that,
though she presents herself as a proud warrior and activist, deep down, the
voluptuous creature fights simply to ensure that only a suitably virile and
dominant male will tame her. That her regular bathings are to ensure
that, when a worthy villain finally conquers her, she is sufficiently beautiful
that he is assured to stop and give her the brutal fucking that is, secretly,
the reason she became a super-heroine in the first place.”
Upon
screen and out in the pond, Jungle Babe whimpered softly. Her voluptuous
hips thrashed back and forth, just above the pure blue waters. Her hands,
having finished scrubbing her breasts, were now held at their tips. And,
as her gorgeous blonde head rolled and gasped with pleasure, her fingers toyed
and played with her own large, engorged nipples, helplessly.
“The
jungle beauty has been known to fiercely deny this theory,” the Direktor continued. “But her chosen plumage would
appear to corroborate it.”
Turning
briefly from the microphone, the Direktor thrust his
arm through the foliage immediately to his right. Just outside the little
ring of concealing bushes in which he and his assistants now hid, lay the small
bush upon which Jungle Babe, having eagerly stripped off her tiny fur bikini in
preparation of her bath, had hung it for safe keeping. Her huge bra and
tiny fur panties hung each from an adjacent little branch right in front of
him, swaying slightly in the breeze like dainty leopard-skinned Christmas
ornaments. Reaching out an idle hand, he plucked up the heroine’s
enormous bikini top, pulled it back into the concealing copse, and vanished
once more from view before Jungle Babe was the wiser. Leaning forward
through his awed young ladies, he held it up and let it dangle in front of the
camera. The huge cups hung loose upon the screen and swayed back and
forth directly beside Jungle Babe’s jiggling coke-bottle curves… which, the
camera having withdrawn its focus to make the bra sharp, were slightly blurred.
“Behold,
the super-heroine’s bra,” the German voice cooed over the footage.
“Enormous, to contain her bountiful natural wonders, yet skimpy. Why is
this, I wonder?” He withdrew the bra and tossed it dismissively into the
weeds. Reaching back out of the thicket again he plucked away the
heroine’s unguarded bikini bottoms and, leaning forward, dangled them before
the lens as well. “And behold, her panties,” his German voice said.
The skimpy fur garment twisted back and forth beside Jungle Babe’s
still-obliviously-gasping curves, letting the viewers see both the miniscule
thong back and the sleek and swooping front. “See how their cut draws the
eye to her vagina. The heroine herself would probably say a villain
looking there does not see her fist. But perhaps there is another
reason.”
Out
in the pool, Jungle Babe moaned softly as her fingers caressed the tips of her
erect nipples. A tiny shudder ran through her luscious body. The Direktor withdrew Jungle Babe’s panties from before the
lens, and the camera girl promptly zoomed back in upon the jiggling
super-heroine and brought her sumptuous curves back into sharp focus. The
Direktor, still holding her panties, crouched down
into the shadows, as did his lovely assistants, gaping into the screens.
Both
out in the pond and clear as day upon the screen, Jungle Babe brought her head
down and turned it slowly, scanning the far tree line to make sure no one was
in sight. Then, body jiggling beautifully, she turned around. One
hand still on her breast, the other slowly traced down her lovely flat
belly. Her gorgeous head turned first one way and then the other, making
sure no one was watching. But unfortunately for the gorgeous jungle beauty
the one place she didn’t look was directly in front of her – where the camera
now lay.
Finally,
with a soft sigh, Jungle Babe closed her eyes. Her naughty fingers slid
up between her sculpted thighs and rubbed, gently, over her pussy. She
whimpered, biting her lip. Then, unable to help herself any longer, she
slid a finger inside herself. Her head fell backwards with a gasp, until
all the silently watching camera crew could see was the underside of her
sculpted quivering chin. Her huge breasts, shaking heavily back and
forth, and delicately trimmed blonde bush, remained completely on display.
Slowly,
the Direktor put the microphone back to his lips, and
spoke in hushed tones.
“See
how the super-heroine quivers as she plays with herself,” he said, as his
camera-girl, squirming languidly and licking her lips, slowly zoomed in.
“Look at the tremble that runs through her fertile body every time her finger
touches her clitoris. Observe how, though she pretends to be a paragon of
invincible virtue, she is deep down just another horny slut.”
Her
whole body shaking with lust before the unseen film crew, Jungle Babe slowly
slid a second finger into her tight, juice-leaking pussy. She shuddered,
and let out a little moan. Her fingers, slathered in her own juices,
began to pump faster.
“Unfortunately,
we cannot see into the super-heroine’s head,” he whispered. “But perhaps,
if we listen long enough, she will give us a hint…”
Whimpering,
Jungle Babe pushed a third finger into her pussy, spreading her tight quivering
lips even wider. Eyes closed, her gorgeous head whipped from one side to
the other, gasping with pleasure. Her entire body quivered, sending
little ripples out from where the blue waters lapped at her curvy muscular
thighs.
“Oh…
yes…” Jungle Babe cooed. She paused a moment, lips hanging open and
shuddering with awe. Then, her voice suddenly rose into a wail.
“Oh, yes! You… you evil STUD! Fuck me, HARD!!!” Her jaw
dropping and quivering in ecstasy against her shoulder, a tiny yet irresistible
and unmistakable orgasm quivered through Jungle Babe’s body. “T-tame me…”
she whimpered, as her three fingers pounded brutally in and out of her
straining, leaking pussy. “F-fill me with seed. You-you villain…
make me YOURS!!!” The camera zoomed in close upon her pussy, just in time
to catch streamers of moisture shooting out between her pumping fingers.
Droplets fell like rain into the water between her wide-spread, shivering
thighs.
“And
there we have it, ladies and gentlemen,” the Direktor
cooed into his microphone. “Careful documentary film-making has finally
revealed what blindly listening to self-serving heroine lies has not.
That within this super-female, as perhaps within all others of her kind, lies a
deeply instinctual need to be conquered, sexually, and-“
“What
the HELLL?!!” Jungle Babe’s voice suddenly thundered, echoing in a roar over
the concealing foliage.
For,
as she came down off the crest of her orgasm Jungle Babe, head turning forward
and licking her lips, had finally done what she had not done in a great
while. She opened her eyes. The documentarian and his assistants
had chosen their blind well. They were concealed behind dense foliage and
their camera cloaked in deep shadow, nearly invisible. But, in their
haste to reposition after having lucked into footage of the elusive heroine
stripping before her bath, they had neglected to black out the tiny red light
that shone right next to their shotgun microphone. It shone like a beacon
in the darkness, and Jungle Babe’s eyes latched onto it immediately.
Moments later, widening and quivering in brief disbelieving horror, they made
out the shape of the round dark lens that lurked just below amidst the shadows.
“Time
to go, girls,” the Direktor said, hastily.
“Let’s get that camera up and…” But it was far, far too late.
“Whoever
you are… I’m going to DESTROY you!” Jungle Babe’s thundering voice raged as,
putting two and two together, she charged. With long leaping strides, the
mighty naked heroine surged forward through the thigh-deep pool. Gouts of
water shot up like geysers from around her thick yet shapely thighs each time
they plunged down in, one after the other, into the crystal pool. Seeing
her upon the screen growing ever larger, like a bouncing snarling rhino, the
pretty assistants gaped, squealed, and tumbled backwards in panic. In
moments the fierce jungle heroine was at the foliage that had screened them
from view and appeared above it, her gorgeous head snarling, as she began
tearing through vines and branches like a thundering beast.
“YOU!”
she bellowed, as her eyes found and immediately latched onto the Direktor… who, besides being the only male and by far the
oldest, still had her skimpy trademark panties dangling from his hand.
“I’ll tear you limb from limb!” she promised, in a booming bellow.
“NO!”
the star-struck co-eds suddenly screeched. Despite their terror, the
thought of one hair being harmed upon their precious Direktor’s
head awoke sudden surges of protective feeling within their slender young
bodies.
“Protect
the Direktor!” one gasped, shrilly.
As
one, the four beautiful young ladies shot to their feet and tried to block her
path. Their luscious short-short-clad asses and long, toned legs
interposed themselves between their backward-scrambling boss and the furious,
naked super-heroine. All of the girls were accomplished athletes and in
preparation for the expedition they had all received self-defense training,
which they had taken to enthusiastically. As one, their luscious bodies
dropped into practiced martial arts stances.
With
a kick of her long bear leg and a wrench of her mighty arm, Jungle Babe tore
aside the intervening foliage that held her from them. Small vines
strained around her silky buxom flesh before snapping, one by one. Finally,
with one last savage rend of her arm she was through and clear. Howling
like a blood-crazed animal, Jungle Babe promptly charged down upon them, and
smashed into the arrayed co-eds like a hurtling ball into a rank of pins.
The co-eds squealed in shock as, despite their training, they were each seized
and easily hurled aside before they even knew what happened. What few
strikes they managed to make in the sudden rush were blocked, and they promptly
doubled over, gorgeous faces gaping and spraying spittle, as they received
brutal counter-blows up into their flat firm bellies.
It
was all over in seconds. When it was through every last co-ed lay,
wiggling and whimpering, ass-end up, in the surrounding foliage. Jungle
Babe panted and glared, legs planted wide, in the space where their squirming
short-short-clad bottoms had just been. She had barely broken a
sweat. The Direktor gulped. He now lay
before her, completely devoid of protection. He attempted to scramble
backwards just a bit further but his back slammed into a tree, leaving him
trapped and cornered before the super-heroine.
Despite
her nakedness and indignity, Jungle Babe smirked, slightly, at the terrified
male’s predicament. She took the time to lift up a hand and brush her
lustrous blonde hair back into artful position behind her creamy
shoulders. But when her eyes alighted upon him they burned with predatory
fury, looking down on him from on high as an eagle might regard a worm.
“Give
me one good reason,” Jungle Babe hissed, darkly, “that I should not tear you
apart – villain!” She took a menacing step forward, face rippling with
rage. “Give me another,” she growled, eyes burning down at him “that I
should not rip you limb from limb, for what you have tried to do to me
today.” She took another step forward and then, towering over him, spread
her legs wide. “Give me a third,” she snarled, her full and luscious red
lips quivering with her fury, “that I shouldn’t bury your pieces in an unmarked
grave like the mangy dog that you are!”
Gaping
up at her, the Direktor gulped in instinctive
terror. For a moment, uncharacteristically, Herr Herzog was lost for
words. ‘Because you are a super-heroine’ he thought to suggest – but one
look at the fury in her face let him know the mighty heroine was beyond such
niceties. ‘Because the authorities…’ he briefly thought, before
remembering where he was. The Mutara was lawless. Then, swiftly, he
got his wits back about him. Slowly, he smirked.
“I
will give you one reason,” the Direktor said.
Reaching down to his pants, he jerked open his fly. Having long since
become fully engorged from watching her bathe, like a jungle serpent creeping
from his lair an enormous rock-hard Teutonic schlong slithered up out of his
pants to tower, well over a foot in length and with girth to match, from his
trousers. Jungle Babe gasped, and stared at it despite herself. As
her eyes gaped at his veiny beast in momentary disbelief her tongue slid out
and she licked her full lips.
For
just a second, Jungle Babe gaped down at it in shock. Then, her lips
twisted into a snarl.
“Is…
is that really your answer?” she asked. “I should spare you,
because…” She paused. She licked her lips. Her eyes, though
still glaring, remained fixed upon it, their lovely blue orbs filled with his
veiny girth. “Because… you have a big…” She paused, and licked her
lips. “A big, long, thick penis?” she finally asked, eyes quivering with
rage as they gazed down upon his huge beast.
“Yes,”
the Direktor said.
“I
see,” Jungle Babe hissed.
Suddenly,
without warning, she dropped to her knees astraddle him. Her long sleek
calves slammed down to the earth, on either side of his. Her mighty
shapely thighs stretched out to either side of him, encaging him between
them. Kneeling astride him, Jungle Babe continued to regard his massive,
bloated, twitching penis with fury. Unabashed, it lolled lazily back and
forth, its huge tip just a little bit below and in front of her gigantic
breasts. Then suddenly, equally without warning, Jungle Babe reached out
and seized it.
Herzog
gasped. But he could only watch, his body and his cock quivering, as
Jungle Babe’s slender cruel fingers wrapped tight around him, just beneath his
mammoth swollen head.
“Are
you proud of this, villain?” she asked. Her fingers coiled tight around
his immense girth, her long sharp nails pressing painfully into his sensitive
flesh. The Direktor quivered and grunted,
gaping down in shock as she squeezed his member. “Is this your pride and
joy?” she asked, derisively. Slowly, her fingers continuing to squeeze
tight around him, she pumped her fist up and down his enormous length.
The German gasped, and quivered, as she did so. He was so thick that her
fingers, clutched just beneath his enormous swollen cock-head, could not quite
meet around his girth. “Did you think,” Jungle Babe hissed, fingers
clenched and twitching around his member, “that at the sight of this, I would
grow weak in the knees and beg to suck your long… your long, thick cock?!”
“Perhaps,”
the Direktor said. “Perhaps not.” He had
difficulty keeping his voice under control, with her delicate yet powerful
fingers wrapped around his massive manhood.
“What
would you do,” Jungle Babe hissed, eyes glittering, “if I were to rip it
off?” With a face like a little girl abusing her favorite toy, Jungle
Babe gave his huge cock another slow, threatening tug. Clutched tight in
her palm, she pulled his immense head so far upward that his huge shaft began
to strain around its hairy roots. The German gritted his teeth, and
hissed with a swirling mixture of pleasure and pain. Then, relaxing her
grip, Jungle Babe gave him another few strokes, up and down, teasing him with
her complete control of his immense precious unit.
The
captured Direktor twitched and shuddered, helplessly,
under Jungle Babe’s cruel strokes. But despite himself, he managed to
lift his gaze and glare up at her. “If you are going to do it, do it,” he
told her. “Do not tease me.”
“Why
not?” Jungle Babe purred, smirking. Relaxing her grip down to a single
solitary finger, she traced it tauntingly up and down his immense veiny shaft,
from his base all the way up to his tip. “Why should I show your body
mercy?” she cooed, running her finger round and round the spear-head shaped
crests of his gargantuan cock-head, “when you showed so little regard for
mine?” Wrapping her fingers back around him, she pulled his immense cock
forward and looked down upon it. A sultry smile upon her gorgeous face,
slowly her smirk broadened. “But you’re in luck,” she cooed. “I’m
not going to rip it off – yet. First, I’m going to show you what it feels
like to be violated. I’m going to rape you – just like you most assuredly
would have raped me had you gotten the chance.”
Slowly,
she tilted his huge cock backwards, and tucked it up in between her spread,
powerful thighs.
The Direktor gaped up at her in shock. ‘Yes, yes yes!’ he
thought inside, eagerly, as he watched and felt his immense cock slide up to
press, light, against the drooling outer lips of her pussy. His tip
nuzzled up between them, slightly, until he could feel her inner folds coating
him in fluids. Yet, having trained in acting as well as directing, he
managed to keep the look on his face one of shock and dismay. “You cannot
do this!” he objected, stridently. “You… you are a super-heroine!”
“Sorry,”
Jungle Babe cooed. Releasing his cock, she raised both hands and rested
them on her thighs. He remained where he was, held by the thick quivering
lips of her moist labia. “But out here all there is predator, and
prey.” She arched her back, and smirked down at his aghast face.
“Are you ready to feel what a powerful woman can really do to you, Herr Direktor?” she asked.
His
penis pulsing in delighted anticipation at her entrance, the Direktor still managed to maintain the look of panic upon
his face – barely. “No!” he said, as if in desperation. “No!
NEIN!!!”
“Too
bad!” Jungle Babe cackled. And, with a powerful downward thrust of her
mighty spread thighs, she slammed her buxom hips down onto his cock, impaling
herself deep upon his shaft.
The
reaction, from both of them, was instantaneous.
“Oh…my…
Goddess!!!” Jungle Babe shrieked. Despite the fact the blow was
self-inflicted her head tilted back and, her jaw dropping, her gorgeous face
gaped at the sky in disbelieving awe, at the feeling of the monstrous weapon
plowing up to deeply impale her swollen, fertile hips.
“Oh!
Mein Gott!!!” the German answered, his own jaw dropping and his whole body
quivering as he suddenly felt himself sliding up into the tightest, wettest,
and most heavenly pussy it had ever been his privilege, voluntarily or
involuntarily, to invade.
“Oh,
Goddess of the Jungle… HELP ME!!!” Jungle Babe whimpered as, with great effort,
she finally slammer herself all the way onto the German’s penis, impaling
herself deep. Her blonde bush pressed, briefly, to his flesh, and
splattered him with eager drooling moisture. Then, whimpering in awe, she
seized two hands upon his chest and, using him for leverage, began to pound her
giant jiggling ass as hard and fast as she possibly could up and down his
gargantuan schlong. “Oh!” she whimpered, her head rocking and rolling as
she saw to herself, jaw quivering in awe. “Oh! God! So… so deep!”
The Direktor was, briefly, in scarce better condition to offer
intelligent comment. He gaped in wondrous awe up at the sight of her huge
titties, squeezed together between her arms, bouncing and quivering ponderously
before his face. But he didn’t have long to enjoy the view. Moaning
and trembling with deep-penetrated lust, Jungle Babe suddenly dropped forward
and clung tight to him. Her huge breasts ended up pressed to his chest,
buffing it with their jiggling shapeliness as she squirmed. Meanwhile, her
head tilting down to cradle itself upon his shoulder and shuddering with awe,
Jungle Babe continued to furiously bounced her buxomly rounded ass furiously up
and down, driving her drooling and taut-spread pussy wildly up and down his
mammoth cunt-devastating schlong.
Meanwhile,
behind Jungle Babe’s eagerly bouncing haunches, the four co-eds had been left
sprawled and whimpering in the bushes… and, within Jungle Babe’s penis-battered
brain, long since forgotten. Slowly, they stirred, their long legs
stretching and thrashing within the clinging vines, and they whimpered.
Slowly, one by one, they picked themselves up out of the foliage… and froze,
their young mouths tumbling open as they gaped in awe.
As
one the four college-beauties sat in a ring and stared, awed, at the sight of
oblivious Jungle Babe furiously fucking their boss and leader. For
several seconds they trembled, paralyzed… their eyes glued to the sight of
their professor’s gargantuan phallus, pounding viciously in and out of Jungle
Babe’s straining, visibly out-matched cunt. They licked their lips and
whimpered, long legs squirming together as, simultaneously, each felt a sudden
trickle of moisture inside her taut, bun-hugging short-shorts.
Gasping
softly, the lovely brunette who had been running the camera recovered
first. With trembling hands, she reached down into the foliage… and drew
the camera forth. A tough model designed for this sort of work, it was
fully intact. Silently, her luscious lips quivering with fast yet
noiseless breath, the pretty young thing brought the eyepiece round… and
quietly resumed filming.
From
where he lay under a jiggling sea of moaning, mighty heroine, the Direktor could see his shapely little camera-girl return to
her post. He smirked, slightly… and, within the blonde’s fast-shuttling
pussy his huge dick twitched, gleefully, as it finally made its on-screen
debut. Reaching out into the vines near him, he silently retrieved the
microphone, and brought it close to his lips.
“And
now, a rare treat, viewers,” he cooed into it softly. “A chance to
observe the mating rituals of the real super-heroine, in the wild… and up
close!”
Her
gorgeous blue eyes half glazed from pounding self-inflicted sex, Jungle Babe’s
beautiful head had been trembling obliviously beside his. But his whispered
words cut through the dazed fog that filled her brain like the heroine’s mighty
shapely legs normally kicked through villains’ defenses and, blinking wide, she
moaned softly.
“S-stop
that!” the buxom blonde heroine hissed, through trembling pink lips that
nevertheless pulled back into a sultry, haughty snarl. Pushing back up
from him, she once more resumed her position of towering imperiously over him,
her coke-bottle curvy torso framed against the sky… and her buxom hips ceasing
for not even a single second to pound themselves furiously up and down his
mammoth veiny schlong. “Stop that, this instant!” she snarled down at
him, for emphasis.
But
the German merely smirked. He could tell she thought he was merely
teasing her… and was unaware, in her dazed and cock-fixated, eagerly-humping
state, of what was going on just behind her. “You do as you are
compelled,” he said up to her, glancing significantly down to where her hungry,
blonde-bush-framed pussy was just completing another devastating stroke down
his penis. “And I will do as I am compelled.”
Jungle
Babe gasped. Chin lifted high she seethed and, lips peeled back sultrily,
growled down at him with threatening pique. And yet, though her mighty
hands quivered beside her bouncing buxom hips, she could not bring herself to
bring them down to punish him – to punch him, or tear his microphone
away. There was the slight chance doing so would interrupt the pounding
of his penis up into her pussy and, at that exact instant, Jungle Babe could
imagine no worse fate in the universe.
“V-very
well…” she hissed… her full, luscious lips quivering helplessly, as yet another
deep and devastating thrust sunk home. Hands rising up, helplessly, to
her gorgeous face, she squirmed and whimpered in awe, as her tight-stretched
pussy continued to slam itself, brutally, up and down his punishing
beast. “Just… just try and be discrete you… you filthy pervert!” she
hissed. Then, gorgeous head sinking back, she closed her eyes and
whimpered in helpless awe as her pounding hips quivered with deep-penetrated
delight.
The Direktor smirked. Then, his own body twitching with
delight beneath hers, he slowly tilted the microphone back into place and
resumed his commentary. Though, as she requested, he kept his voice just
low enough that the sighing, thrashing blonde heroine could barely hear it
beneath the sound of her own moans of pleasure… though, pointedly, he also made
sure to speak just loud enough that she could hear it, all the same.
“Look
how eagerly the super-heroine rams her pussy along her natural conqueror,” he
purred… as, obediently, Jungle Babe’s straining and thin-stretched labial lips
slammed back down his long and delighted beast to quiver around his base.
Behind the oblivious buxom heroine, the pretty co-ed camera girl, licking her
lips in awe, slowly zoomed in for a close-up on the sight. “Long has she
paraded her awesome body before the eyes of men, and insisted that what lies
beneath has no desire to be tamed,” he said, his eyes glittering. “But
now, we at last hear the truth. Told not by her pretty but unfaithful
upper lips, but by the lower pair. Which, though unable to speak, are
also unable to lie.”
Squirming
in awe upon his deep-buried monster, Jungle Babe whimpered softly. Hands
upon her head, she thrashed back and forth, and moaned. Her huge breasts,
left to their own devices, sloshed and swayed dramatically before the Direktor’s face, to his further smirking and viewing
delight.
“Though
perhaps now, in her most delicate of conditions, she will admit her true
nature. What do you say my dear?”
Lying
back lazily as he enjoyed her furious exertions upon his member, the Direktor smiled, and held up the microphone towards the
whimpering beauty’s lips. Gasping, Jungle Babe turned her eyes down and gazed
at it for several seconds, and licked her lips… as if, instead of a microphone
in her lustful state she saw instead a second large penis presented just for
her. Then, upon a particularly deep and brutal slam of her voluptuous
hips down onto his enormous cock, her head shot back, and, unable to help
herself, she provided him some commentary after all.
“Oh,
Goddess…” Jungle Babe whimpered into the microphone, lips quivering. “Oh,
you… you beast! You’re so… so hard… and deep!”
Smirking,
the Direktor withdrew the microphone from her sweaty
lips back to his own. “Such deep insights,” he
opined. “Exactly as we expect from a blonde of her mental caliber.”
Above, Jungle Babe whimpered… but continued desperately humping him, her
fertile flat belly pounding furiously up and down before his leering
face. Beads of sweat ran down it, glistening softly in her delicately
dappled navel. “Unfortunately for her,” he continued, “such is the
super-heroine’s unitary search to be fertilized by a superior penis that it has
caused her to betray all other pursuits. Including her own
defenses. Girls, if you please… NOW!”
For,
as the mighty super-heroine had been busy obliviously humping her own brains
out upon their boss’s cock and the fourth of their number had been running her
tongue around her lips and helplessly getting it all on film, the remaining
three members of his co-ed crew had not been idle. Slowly, looks of eager
revenge upon their pretty faces and their scantily-clad bodies slinking with a
feline grace that, itself, had caused his immense cock to twitch with delight a
few times within Jungle Babe’s furiously slamming pussy, the other three had
slowly crept up behind her... and, mindful even then to stay out of the line of
the shot, crouched down silently to either side of the unsuspecting,
self-pounding heroine.
Now,
as one, with delighted sneers upon their gorgeous faces and squealing cries of
co-ed vengeance, all three burst from off their sleek and athletic haunches,
hands darting forward towards the bouncing blonde heroine’s unsuspecting and
undefended body.
“Wh-what?!”
Jungle Babe gasped, head whirling back and forth in wide-eyed shock.
But
it was too late for her. With a loud whoop all three girls seized hold of
Jungle Babe’s arms, and yanked them furiously back and down to her sides.
Blue eyes going wide and wild, the mighty heroine squealed, and fought… even
as, in mid-struggle, impaled upon him, the Direktor’s
triumphant and delightedly-pulsing penis rose and fell delightedly within her
slick tight pussy. Caught by surprise, impaled upon their boss’s cock,
she was in no position to resist. In seconds, her mighty arms had been
dragged behind her back. Snarling with glee to get their revenge, two of
the athletic young beauties easily kept Jungle Babe’s trembling arms pinned,
while the third leaned in and eagerly slapped a pair of cuffs onto her wrists.
“NOOO!!!”
Jungle Babe screamed, as she felt the steel rings slam down, cold and hard,
around her. She struggled, wildly. But it was too late. She
was held firm. All her wild thrashings could do was to slam her sleek
buxom hips furiously up and down the Direktor’s
immense cock. And, with the way her hips had wrenched forward, this just
set his immense cock-head to slamming triumphantly up and down the front wall
of her pussy in a way, and with a power, that it had never accomplished before.
Within
seconds, Jungle Babe’s jaw dropped, her and her huge breasts surged with a
giant draw of breath. Her eyes spread wide. As suddenly as her
tardy struggles had begun, she attempted to cease them, to hold her body
still. But she could not. Or rather, she could try to cease
struggling, but she could not stop the girls from struggling back. Try as
she might, held in their arms her flat supple belly surged up and down before
the Direktor’s grinning face… in the process, sliding
his massive penis about within her tight, slickly lubricated channel. It
was, in any case, too late.
“Oh…
Oh… OH MY GODDDD!!!” Jungle Babe squealed, her head shooting backwards.
Looking up into a trio of sneering, pretty co-ed faces, Jungle Babe’s gorgeous
jaw dropped wide, and her eyes spread wider. But now, she couldn’t
have stopped if she wanted to. Not helped by the struggles of the three
girls clinging to her arms, her buxom hips slammed themselves up and down the Direktor’s huge cock of their own accord.
“Oh,
my God!” Jungle Babe moaned. “Oh, my God! Oh, my GOD! Oh,
GODDESSSSSSSSS!!!!”
And,
with an ear-piercing squeal, and an explosion of shining moisture from her
cunt, she came. In the midst of her capture, hips slamming helplessly up
and down her foe’s massive invading cock, she came.
“Hahahahaha!”
one of the bitch-taming coeds laughed, cruelly, as they realized what was
happening. “Getting captured is making this slut CUM!!!”
“What
a super WHORE!” another one sneered.
“She
wanted it BAD!” a third laughed, leering eagerly at the ravaged heroine.
Jungle
Babe couldn’t help herself. As the submissive climax rippled through her,
her hips, driven by her sleek kneeling thighs, began to slam up and down the Direktor’s massive cock at light speed.
“No.
No! NO!!!” Jungle Babe squealed, loudly, as the reality of what had
happened to her slowly sank in. She struggled and fought. But with
her arms bound, she was now helplessly. Gasping with effort, the young
co-eds nevertheless soon laughed with delight, smiling gleefully, as they
discovered how easily they were now able to contain the captured super-heroine.
Her arms were held firm, her wiggling huge-breasted torso kept contained, like
a caged animal. The only part of her body that could still move freely
were her hips, which, as she struggled, pounded furiously up and down the
victorious Direktor’s enormous, triumphantly-twitching
penis.
“Ah…
yes…” he said, his own voice starting to strain and quiver as he struggled to
deal with the enormous pleasure of sex and victory coursing through his
heroine-pussy-swaddled member. “The… the great irony. The heroine
craves two things, both of which she can only have in defeat. Bound,
tamed, she has received one. Now, to show mercy, I shall give her the
other.”
Without
any other warning, having laid back lazily and enjoyed her services until then,
the Direktor suddenly began to slam his hips up in
time to meet Jungle Babe’s. In mid-struggle, Jungle Babe’s squealing
denials suddenly gurgled to a halt, and her jaw and eyes suddenly dropped wide
open. Her distant blue eyes quivered slightly, as she realized what was
about to happen. Yet, she could not help herself. Held fast by his
pretty assistants and able to express herself in no other way, her voluptuous
round hips continued to pound down, forcefully, to meet his upward
thrusts. Five times she met him, each driving his gargantuan
pussy-ruining penis harder and deeper inside her than ever before. Each
time he sunk home her head sank back, and her gaping lips quivered and gasped
in still greater awe.
Finally,
on the fifth and last stroke, the Direktor slammed
his large penis all the way to the hilt within Jungle Babe and, head rolling
back and gasping with pleasure, held it. “Oh… Yes! Mein GOTT!
Ja!” he roared as he unleashed a massive geyser of his cum.
“No!
Goddess! NOO!!!” Jungle Babe squealed. The camera-girl had come around
for a better angle, so as she gaped upwards in disbelief Jungle Babe found
herself looking right up into the lens. Yet she could not help
herself. Even as she felt her enemy’s cum spewing up into the deep
interior of her fertile luscious body, the mighty heroine slammed her buxom
jiggling hips wildly up and down his spurting cock. Soon, unable to
contain it all, the Direktor’s potent cum had begun
to splatter in shooting pearly streamers from her ravaged cunt. Driven by
her own furious pounding, the feeling of conquering sperm invading her, and the
pure humiliation of her situation, Jungle Babe could no longer resist.
Held before the merciless cameras her eyes rolled back in her gorgeous blonde
head and she came, and came, and came. Her squeals of pleasure and
conquest seemed to shake the earth, and deafened all involved.
Afterwards,
exhausted and drained by the intensity of her orgasm, Jungle Babe nearly
blacked out. She let out only the softest of whimpers, followed by a tiny
sigh, as the Direktor withdrew his limp cock, covered
in her juices and his, from her cum-drooling pussy. Her mighty buxom body
put up not the slightest resistance as he stood up before it. The co-eds
gathered around – the ones not still busy getting every second of the heroine’s
defeat on film – and, keeping a set of firm hands upon the fallen blonde’s bare
shoulders, congratulated each other eagerly.
Finally,
panting softly, the bedraggled heroine lifted her head and looked up at her
foe. His huge cock, limp and drooling with her juices, came to hang
directly before her sweat-drenched face. Jungle Babe could not help
herself. Licking her lips, she stared at it and, despite all it had put
her though, whimpered in awe.
“Congratulations,
Jungle Babe,” the Direktor said, cooing down at
her. One girl, the same exceptionally busty one as before, eagerly
held the microphone for him, while her shapely brunette partner filmed.
“You have been captured, both physically and on film, for all time.
Forever after men will know of your true nature. You are eternally
naked. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Jungle
Babe breathed deep, still catching her breath – her huge bare breasts sloshing
and jiggling delicately before him in the process. Then, slowly, she
lifted her head and looked him in the eye.
“Yes,”
she whispered. How… how did you get me to admit my lusts so easily?”
Jungle Babe asked. A quiver ran through her voluptuous fertile hips, as
his cum poured from her ravaged pussy. “Normally… normally I keep them hidden
much better than that.”
“Oh,
that?” the Direktor said, waving a dismissive
hand. “We come from show business. We had chemical assistance, of
course.”
Reaching
under a nearby concealing branch, he exposed a knapsack that had been hidden
there. Reaching inside, from its depths he drew a large plastic bottle,
inside of which sloshed a pure blue fluid. He held it up before
her. Jungle Babe gaped up at the bottle in horror, her jaw dropping and
her blush deepening as she read the label.
The
top of the label proudly announced it had been manufactured by Pervo Industries
Ltd. Beneath, in large print, was written ‘Fast-Acting Aphrodesiac’ and
below that, in smaller letters, ‘Special Aphrodite Gene Formula!’ Below
that, in even smaller letters, was written the promise: ‘Guaranteed to
moisten the pussy of any super-heroine or your money back!’ All the text
on the label was superimposed around the silhouette of a buxom naked woman who,
standing in profile with her huge breasts and sculpted ass on display, had her
wrists shackled together behind her back. A length of chain extended from
them to a clutching male hand. Her gorgeous head, lifted high, had its
lips parted… and did not appear to be resisting her captor in the slightest.
Jungle
Babe stared at the bottle in disbelief, her lips quivering. Only one
third of the pussy-moistening liquid was still swirling inside. The other
two thirds, she knew instinctively, were out in the crystal blue pond… from
where the insidious toxin had seeped in through her own defenseless drooling
pussy and silky alabaster skin to infect the lusciously rounded and
unsuspecting curves of her supple body.
“Of
course,” the Direktor cooed, “chemicals of this sort
merely lower a heroine’s inhibitions. They cannot make her do anything
she did not already want to do.” His smirk broadened. “Can they,
slut?”
Jungle
Babe squirmed and sighed, and then slowly hung her head. She shook her
head. She was well aware she was on camera. Yet, with the ghost of
his deep pounding thrusts still tingling inside her conquered pussy she could
not help but tell him the truth. “No,” she admitted, softly.
Then,
reaching out her luscious head, Jungle Babe delicately wrapped her gorgeous
lips around the tip of the Direktor’s cock and
delivered to it a long, worshipful, and lingering kiss. At the Direktor’s gesture, the busty girl with the microphone held
it low, beside Jungle Babe’s quivering lips, to make sure it got the full sound
of her slurping adoring smooch. Finally, with a soft gasp and a blush
upon her cheeks, Jungle Babe sank back onto her buxom haunches and regarded the
site of her kiss in horror. A clear red lip-print had been left,
completely encircling the dripping glans of the Direktor’s
gigantic, heroine-womb-impregnating penis. Jungle Babe licked her lips,
staring at it, her gaze wavering. Then, with a tortured moan, she shot
forward. Wrapping her lips around him, she began worshipfully and noisily
to suck his cock.
“Thank
you, my dear,” the Direktor purred, as loud slurps
echoed up from the gorgeous blonde noggin bobbing just below his waist.
“But with that sound, I think we have heard all we ever need to from your
lips. Girls! Gag her, chain her, and prepare her to be taken away
and sold.”
Jungle
Babe’s gorgeous lips drew back, and she gasped in disbelief to learn her
fate. But behind her, three athletic co-eds waited, ready and
sneering. “With pleasure,” one purred. With eager leers, the three
co-eds jerked Jungle Babe to her feet.
“No!”
Jungle Babe moaned. Even wobbling back and forth, naked, held firm by the
three sneering co-eds, she could not tear her eyes away from the Direktor’s cock. “Please!” she begged, on
camera. “Let me suck it! J-just a little while longer! I’ll
do anything!”
“Then,
shut up!” one of the co-eds cackled cruelly, and reaching around, slammed a
soporific-laden pad onto her face. Jungle Babe’s eyes went wide. It
wasn’t enough to knock her out, but in moments her vision blurred, and her
resistance slackened. Even as she struggled and whimpered, a collar was
fitted around her slender throat, a chain extending down from it to tickle
teasingly against the supple wiggling curves of her once-mighty captured
body. The rag was forced in between her full cock-sucking lips and sealed
in with another, tied behind her head.
“C’mon
heroine,” another co-ed said and, smiling evilly, swung her hand down and
delivered a sharp, painful swat onto her well-rounded and helpless right
buttock. “Get!”
Jungle
Babe whimpered. Then, hanging her head in shame, she obeyed. By the
chain around her neck she allowed the snickering co-eds to lead her away into a
dense stand of foliage, to be bound and wait patiently for sale. The Direktor waited, idly stroking his long cock and savoring
the moment. Soon, his four beauties came back and stood before their Direktor smiling with pride.
“Oh,
my goodness,” one glorious blonde said, taking off her pith helmet and wiping
her brow. “That was a lot of work!”
“I’ll
say,” another said, a luscious beauty of half Chinese and half European
descent. Squirming before him, her eyes briefly darted down to his cock,
then back to his face.
“Could…
could we maybe go swimming?” the camera girl asked. Camera parked on her
shoulder, she used her free hand to point out towards the inviting crystal
pool. Her own luscious hips, clad in only the tiniest of short-shorts,
wiggled slightly with eager anticipation.
“Yes,”
the large-breasted blonde sighed. Folding her hands behind her own
voluptuous, scantily-clad hips, she batted her eyelashes. “I think we
could all use a bath. Couldn’t we, girls?”
Biting
their lips, the other two beauties nodded.
The Direktor smirked, letting his eyes sweep over them.
There was still more than enough aphrodisiac lurking in the pool to bring a
dozen super-heroines crawling out, begging to suck his dick. If he let
the horny co-eds wade in he knew without a doubt that they would be fucking him
all night. His eyes traced over their tiny shorts. One girl was
tracing the crotch of hers in anticipation. Another – the one with the
largest tits – had already unzipped her fly a fraction of an inch, exposing
just a hint of skimpy hot pink panty. Her delicate fingers trembled
slightly, waiting only for his word of approval to complete the descent and
peel her tiny shorts down.
But
before he could agree or disagree, a beeping sound suddenly started coming from
the hidden knapsack in which the remaining pussy-moistening juice had been
stashed. Gasping, the Direktor promptly whirled
from the horny young beauties, who gasped in quiet but undeniable
disappointment to be so easily spurned. He dove down, reached inside, and
drew back out a large tablet. Upon it, an alarm was flashing.
Swiping it open, he studied what appeared with wide eyes. Then, his lips
slowly twisted back into an even larger smirk.
“Sorry,
young ladies,” he said, in his characteristic German accent. “Your bath
will have to wait for just a bit. I am afraid a new target
approaches. To your positions!”
Gasping
and blushing with shattered anticipation of sex – minds still filled with the
positions they really wanted to try with him - the young beauties
nevertheless obeyed his commands without question. Diving down, soon all
had vanished back into their concealing blind. Though slightly disturbed
by Jungle Babe’s thrashing passage, much of the foliage had bounced back in the
wake of her magnificent ass and with a slight re-positioning they remained well
concealed.
For
a little over a minute, the scene around the crystal blue pond was as if
nothing had ever happened. Soft breezes caused the ferns and the
suspiciously vagina-shaped flowers to flutter, their images reflected perfectly
in the still sapphire surface. Birds tweeted. In the distance,
occasionally, came the hoot of a monkey.
Then,
on the far side of the pond, brush began to stir. Slowly, silently, Sara
Croft emerged. Her buxom hips rolling, the mighty heroine slowly walked
down to the edge of the water. Putting one hand upon her hip, she stared
at the still and inviting surface for several seconds. Then, slowly, a
broad smile spread across her full, luscious red lips.
“Finally!”
the busty British beauty purred. “I’ve been needing this for ages.”
And, as her buxom hips wiggled with anticipation inside her tiny shorts, the
mighty adventuress reached down to her flat and fertile belly, and began to
unzip her fly.
“That’s
it girls,” the Direktor cooed softly, as his pretty
assistants, attentive to their work, slowly zoomed in on the unsuspecting
heroine’s slowly descending zipper. “Good job.”
The
crew was arranged almost identically to how they’d filmed Jungle Babe.
With one exception. The Direktor was now
handling his own mike. That was because, having won the quick
rock-paper-scissors game to be first, the busty girl who’d handled it before
was now busily shuttling her luscious drooling lips up and down the Direktor’s enormous, appreciatively-twitching cock.
The other girls did their studious best to perform their duties while,
squirming in anticipation in their tiny shorts and straining half-unbottoned
tops, they eagerly awaited their turns at what was now the most prized position
on the crew. Meanwhile, upon the screen of the camera, the oblivious
buxom heroine wiggled with pleasure and slowly peeled her own shorts wide
apart.
Smirking,
the Direktor raised his microphone back to his lips
and prepared to start anew.
“Behold,”
his voice husked, as the first teasing hint of a hot pink satin thong glinted
upon the screen from underneath Sara Kroft’s slowly unpeeling shorts.
Holding the mike with one hand, he put another gently upon the back of the
beautiful co-ed’s head, as it bobbed worshipfully up and down in his lap.
“The wild super-heroine. On the outside, a tough display of guns, grit,
and pride. But as she peels away her shorts, a new reality emerges…”
Across
the pond, wiggling and oblivious that she was being filmed in glorious HD, Sara
Croft bent low and slowly pulled her tiny shorts all the way to the ground.
SUMMARY:
A nature documentary crew secretly films a nude Jungle Babe bathing and playing
with herself in a hidden jungle pond. When she
eventually spots them Jungle Babe attacks, sweeping aside the assistants to
bear down upon Herr Direktor. But when
he reveals his large penis, horny Jungle Babe suddenly cannot resist. She
pins him to the ground and begins humping herself on his cock. His
assistants eventually recover and, seizing the humping heroine from behind,
take her prisoner in mid-coitus. She squeals but is unable to
resist. After finishing in her, the Direktor
reveals to Jungle Babe that they added a powerful aphrodisiac to the water to
make her too horny to resist. Jungle Babe is led away to be sold.
His assistants, all pretty young women, then squirm and ask if they can be
allowed to bathe too… in the waters still swirling with aphrodisiac. But
before he can make a decision, an alarm beeps. They resume their places
and return to hiding just before Sara Croft emerges from the jungle and, at the
sight of the pool and unaware she too is on camera, smiles with pleasure, and
starts unzipping her fly.